Jerry Golden Poet Lyric

The Art of Resilience

And the old man murmured 
“Try me at war”

Days came 
They passed 
Hours 
They’d soundly 
Blossom
Mankind 
Regulated 
Then Played 
Possum

And the old man grinned crimsomly 
“Gentlemen try me at war”

Seasons came 
They passed
Fruits bared 
Wholesome
At last
The markets 
Flourished 
And rashed
Again
The hunger
Settled 
For gasp

With his eyes merely closed
The old man insisted
“Younglings your should try me at war”

Weather became warmth
Droughts made plentiful
Hardships plagued comfort
To become less sentimental
Oranges faded, green, colorful, then badge
Youth, who ever knew this old man might age
Sincerely written
And unconditional surrender amongst this page

As the old man rested, he lay
And to this day his tomb may say 
“Gentlemen try me at war”

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